I grabbed my spear and followed her to the center of the field. She set up targets at twenty, thirty, and forty meters. Hay bales stacked in a line.
"Hit all three. One shot each."
I pulled Wave Motion into my right palm. The energy spiraled up almost instantly now, hungry to be used. Golden-white light twisted between my fingers, that low hum building as the power compressed.
First shot. Twenty meters. I fired and the hay bale detonated into burning scraps that scattered across the grass.
Second shot. Thirty meters. The spiral punched straight through the center, leaving a hole the size of my fist.
Third shot. Forty meters, right at my maximum range. The energy wavered a bit during flight but still connected solid, ripping the entire bale in two pieces that tumbled across the dirt.
Belle walked the field checking each target. She crouched next to the burnt remnants of the first one, then examined the clean hole in the second. When she came back her expression was calculating.
